Corinne

She walked, passed by me and smiled, A smile Monalisa could never equal, Nor by Diana or any goddess divine But a smile only she could make. She moved mountains and hearts with her voice, Made rainbows bend by her fingers and flowers bloom even in the winter's gloom, Her eyes seem to twinkle like pearls in the deep Marianas And her hair danced like bluegrass in the lush meadows, Her body draped only in silhouette cloth is fantasy for all men, Her graceful move and her gentle tiptoe make every man sigh. . I am a simple dreamer as she being my dream, I being a spectator in your magical opera, I being a dreamer of an impossible dream to be with you, Please be mine, be mine, Corinne.